I groan as she brushes me with her palm.
She smiles. “It feels good when I touch here?”
My hips thrust forward before I can stop them. “You could say that.”
She strokes a little more firmly. “Do you ever touch yourself like this?”
I laugh. “Too often.”
“Show me.”
Cupping my hand around hers, I guide her to hold me the way I hold myself. Hand wrapped loosely around the shaft, our joint fingers curled beneath the sensitive head. Then I stroke. Slowly at first, but of course Yalina quickly picks up the rhythm and pressure.
Our gazes lock as she takes over, speeding up until the tip is weeping and my ball sac is tight and aching. I relinquish my hold and let her take the lead, relishing the feel of her touch, the passion in her lidded gaze.
This is fast becoming too much.
I place my hand back over hers and still her. “Wait. It could get messy.”
She grins. “Oh well.”
Gods help me! I jerk in her grip as she starts stroking me again. “Yalina, wait. What I mean is, let me return the favor. Make you feel good too.”
“Oh.” Her mouth drops open. Then her full lips curve into a smile. “OK.”
Before I know what’s happening, she sits, drawing her tunic over her head and wriggling out of her pants. For a moment I’m breathless taking her in. Her small breasts sit high on her chest, and the long dark nipples are tight. Her narrow waist flares to wide hips and strong thighs and below the small curve of her belly there is a thatch of perfectly shaped hair. Beneath her arms there is none that I can see, not on her legs or the backs of her arms either. No, she’s completely smooth. How many servants does this rich girl have?
She crawls over me, and I have one startling moment where I wonder if I should even put my hands on this goddess of a woman. She’s so far out of my reach she may as well be the sun in the sky and me nothing but a bug on a leaf.
Then her warmth and wet heat cover me as she slides her pussy over my erect dick and leans in. Her hair slips over her shoulders and onto my chest. Her breath tickles my skin. “How will you make me feel good?”
Mouth watering, I cup her ass and draw her higher up my body until she’s hovering near my face. “Come ride me.”
I try to pull her down, but she resists. “On your face? What if you can’t breathe?”
I wrap my arms under her thighs and draw in a deep breath full of the scent of her. I’m so close I can almost taste her already. “If I die, I die.”
I lift my head and take my first lick, and after that she subsides quickly onto my tongue, which is good, because I’m going to be here a good long time and her legs might get tired.
Yalina
The sensation of Kaelun’s mouth on my most private parts is so intensely different to anything I’ve ever felt before. In no way did my own fingers on my body prepare me for the sensuous glide of his warm mouth over my lower lips or the soft yet firm pressure of his tongue over my little nub of pleasure.
I moan and spread my legs wider, sinking lower and forgetting all my worries about hurting him in the face of this overwhelming bliss. The sweetness is so strong it aches. The muscles in my thighs are tense, and my breasts feel heavy and sensitive. What is this need?
I know what it feels like to come apart—or I thought I did. To reach the climax of pleasure and fall down the other side of the precipice. But this is altogether different, better in every way. It is a drug. Once tasted I will be forever addicted.
Oh gods, if I had difficulty accepting my impending marriage before this night, how much more will I suffer knowing what I could have if I was free? But what prince will let me use him as my throne like this? It is almost cruel to experience this only to have to give it up.
Unbearably hungry, I roll my hips, chasing even more sensation, even higher heights.
Beneath me, Kaelun groans. His fingers dig into my thighs.
He seems to hold me in so many places at once, fingers caressing up my legs and over the curve of my backside. My head falls back, my eyes closed, the feeling all consuming. Shadows rise to cover me in darkness and bliss. On and on his mouth moves over my center.
It overtakes me; my whole body shakes, and my legs tighten around his ears. My belly contracts and I curl forward, gasping at the intensity of the pleasure that radiates through my body.
When I can breathe again, I lift on my knees to stare down at him in wonder. His face glistens with dewy moisture, and he smiles up at me triumphantly. “Not dead yet. Keep going.”
